Changed Body 489

Chapter 489 – Virgin Master and Perverted Disciple (7)

Son Si-woo was different from Kim Do-jin.

Unlike Kim Do-jin, who has versatile strength, he was not born with anything in his hands.

All you can do is try.

The reason for holding the sword was so trivial.

Weapons that cannot withstand the fierce battle that lasts for a long time and are breaking apart.

To achieve this, the government produced mass-produced equipment like crazy, and among them, swords were the cheapest.

Whatever the reason, I didn’t let go of the sword I was holding.

From the moment I started my life as a hunter until my body changed, not even a single day passed.

From the brink of death.

From the senior who walked ahead.

From the enemy who discovered my weakness.

Repeating the process of being denied and rebuilding the path we have walked so far.

My whole life has been gained through that process.

The lover I love, the daughter I care more about than my life, and the passionate interest of people.

Although I could not stand shoulder to shoulder with world-class hunters due to my physical limitations, I am certain of this.

My sword skills, which I have honed and honed over a lifetime, are comparable to their skills.

“Tsk… !?”

Angela frowns, slightly shrinking her body from her retreating position.

Her questioning gaze turns in this direction.

“My body suddenly became heavy…, What did you do? Magic?”

I shake my head.

The doubts in her eyes become deeper.

“If it’s not magic…, What the hell is this… ?”

“Well.”

The loss incurred in return for saving the country was severe.

Permanent damage to the magic attribute circuit.

As a result, growth was blocked.

All that’s left is endless falling.

After struggling endlessly in the pouring despair, I finally accepted it.

The fact that it is time to let go of everything and leave behind the glory of the past.

However, that time was not now.

Whether I wanted it or not, I am the hope that carries people’s expectations on my shoulders.

That’s why I tried to come down slowly, at least for a day.

Until someone or a group appears to take my place.

So, while spurring the growth of promising players within the guild, he was also mindful of his own steps.

How can we make it last a little longer?

After much thought, I found the answer.

The only power that can move forward continuously even with a body that is only in decline.

That was the sword.

“No matter how limited your output is, it’s hard to keep up with Angela’s strength and speed, isn’t it?”

“So?”

I further refine my swordsmanship.

Makes the blow heavier and sharper.

With that single thought in mind, I run and run, whipping my broken body.

And then I faced the wall again.

No matter how heavy or agile one attack is, what’s the point?

I can’t keep up with this with my body that’s getting slower and slower.

So I thought.

“I can’t get any faster right now, so what can I do? “You have to slow down the enemy.”

I decided to make my opponent and enemy slow down to match my body, which can no longer go faster.

When she hears this, a question appears on her face.

“That is… “Is it possible?”

“I guess so.”

Actually, I was skeptical even when I thought about it.

Is it possible for a swordsman, not a wizard, to slow down an opponent’s movements?

By the way.

“It worked?”

“…”

Covers the surroundings with intense force and puts pressure on the opponent.

The incredibly heavy momentum that has reached a certain level binds the opponent and makes the body heavy.

That was the essence of this ability, which I don’t know whether to call it swordsmanship or technique…

I understand because I can see magical power with my eyes.

“What is the momentum?”

It wasn’t just about weighing down the opponent with force or spirit.

What was used was magical power.

Magical power of a completely different color from the existing magic surrounds her and is oppressing her.

“… “What is that color?”

Dark blue, close to black.

It feels different from the ultramarine blue used by the guy who attacked using shadows.

Now that I’ve consumed that magic, I feel the difference even more clearly.

The magic power of ultramarine blue is slightly lighter but has higher viscosity, while dark blue is heavier but has lower viscosity.

Looking at this, I realize a secret related to magical power.

“Color…”

Perhaps various properties are added depending on how the color of this magical power is taken?

For a moment, let’s argue with the thread of clues that seem so close to reaching us and not reaching us.

“You’re really amazing, you.”

Her voice awakens thoughts.

“This feeling…, It’s really my first time. It’s true that swordsmanship is better than magic… !”

Her face was red as she let out a voice full of admiration.

“Good. As you wish, I won’t move a single step from here, so come on in!”

Angela licks her lips with her long tongue and declares.

It wasn’t like he was arrogant and thought he could deal with me from the front.

It seems like she just wants to put an end to it.

By raising the 1 degree that is still lacking through this one attack.

“Good.”

In this situation, it cannot be removed.

She fixes her sword and moves on.

When the afterimage of the background passing by over the fixed background becomes fast enough to be visible.

We face her with her intense fighting spirit.

She spreads her legs wide and throws her body towards her with her shield in front.

“Hey!”

“Huh… !”

Shoulders and shields collide.

Kwasik!

The shield, unable to withstand the increased impact due to acceleration, shatters and scatters.

The mace is struck on the head at the same time.

Since the sword must be used solely for attack, risky moves are made.

When the mace touches the covered helmet, he shakes his head and changes the direction of attack.

Skakakak!

The shape of a helmet being sheared off with an eerie sound.

Quick!

The helmet, unable to withstand the rapid change and pressure, finally falls with a miserable sound.

With this, all I have left is one sword.

On the other hand, her remaining equipment is her mace, helmet, and her half-broken armor.

Use the given attack turn calmly.

The head, freed from the helmet, is tilted back and struck violently.

Kwasik!

“This… !”

A helmet that cannot withstand the magical energy surrounding the forehead and breaks down.

The silky hair inside pours down like a waterfall.

Limited vision for a moment.

It’s a great opportunity for me, but at the same time, it’s a crisis for her.

But who said that?

A crisis is an opportunity, and an opportunity is a crisis.

“Where!”

Anyone can see that this is an opportunity, which means that an attack is certain.

Mace took advantage of the opportunity and ran to hit the sword aimed at her armor.

If things continue like this, the tip of the sword will break before it even touches the armor.

“It’s over now!”

Do you know?

The moment you break my sword, the development of our relationship will end here.

You won’t know.

The circumstances and meaning of the battle that took place in her mind will have long since disappeared.

He looks into her eyes and smiles, confident of her victory.

Didn’t I say it earlier?

“It’s too early.”

An opportunity is a crisis.

I believed it.

I think we can handle the first crisis as much as we want.

The sword that was heading straight for her armor causes a sudden change.

The movement that was a straight line soon turned into a curve.

One curve soon creates dozens of curves and disturbs the air.

Angela is embarrassed by this.

“Oh… !”

Without missing the opportunity, climb on the head of the mace, lock it, and then slash down.

Kaang!

A mace falls to the ground, tightly held by a sword.

At the same time she stretches out her hand.

The goal is to crack the armor created by winning the first clash.

She then pushed her hand deep into it.

Feeling very frustrated, she turns to face her and roughly grabs her arm.

Quad deuk!

Armor falling into pieces according to the hatched lines as if it had been waiting.

I ask her as she is disarmed.

“Is this heated enough?”

“Uh? Uh…”

With her soulless face nodding her head, she finally announced her defeat.

* * *

Shoot

As she was hit by the water pouring from the shower, she remembered the situation from a little while ago.

She lost.

So perfect that there can be no excuses.

Although it was a fight with limitations, she was confident.

Isn’t an S-class hunter a grade that can be obtained simply by having high abilities?

It is clear that she was amazing both technically and computationally.

However, the opponent was just greater.

Not only technique, but even water fighting.

‘How can this be…? ?’

I feel like I’m possessed by a ghost.

A new hunter with only 3 or 4 years of experience is even good at fighting.

“This…, That doesn’t make sense.”

Even for a moment, she had the illusion that she was fighting a veteran who had survived as a hunter for decades.

This means that his swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat have also fully matured.

The image of him tearing off my armor comes to mind.

“Tsk… !”

At the same time, a shiver spreads throughout the body.

“Haha… !”

My breathing becomes heavy, and my body heats up.

Bright red.

Enough to change its shape as much as the other person massages it.

“…”

Let’s go!

I turn off the shower, use my magic power to dry her off, and then cover her body with the gown provided on one wall.

“Whoa…”

Then, after taking a deep breath, I open the door and step out of the shower room.

A studio inside the workshop that was her residence for the past few months.

Kim Do-jin is sitting on the bed there.

To reap the reward of victory.

I thought back to myself.

‘Ha, you can do it. I can do it.’

And take a step.

Eventually his gaze turns this way.

My body gets even hotter.

‘Ah…, What should I do?’

Feeling this, she finally acknowledged it.

‘It’s so cool…’ !’

Kim Do-jin is indeed the ideal male she has been dreaming of.

And standing in front of that male, she became nothing more than a female.

This hot body that keeps whining is the proof.

In front of him, a different woman opened her mouth.

“Ha, there’s one thing I need to make clear.”

“… What is it?”

It suddenly occurred to me.

The story of a man who picked up various things.

Based on this, I boldly declare.

“Three, don’t think you have it all after just having sex!”

She said that the man does not pay attention to the fish he has just caught.

So, you should never give your whole heart away easily.

In response, Kim Do-jin got off her butt and stood in front of her and asked.

“Then how can I have it?”

The temptation of deep bass sounds wanders through her mind.

“That… Case… !”

While I was confused about a question I had never thought about.

Kim Do-jin’s face approaches softly and leaves a trace on her lips.

Side!

A light kiss.

It lit a fire in her heart.

“Well, that’s…, It will depend on how good you are from now on.”

Angela reveals herself to Kim Do-jin by unbuttoning her front skirt.

Large breasts that stand out and defy gravity.

Smooth, bronze-colored skin, as if it had been made and baked by a pottery master.

In addition, there is a closed vulva located below the brownish pubic hair.

“And…”

A man is enraptured by a marvelous work of art that can’t help but burst out in admiration.

Angela curls the corners of her mouth at that sight.

She provoked him by gently draping her hot body on a soft anvil.

“For now, mold me however you want.”

Kim Do-jin, who was as hot as her, rushed at her roughly.